I slapped my right hand down over Penelope’s mouth, thumb under her chin to shove and tilt her head back across the neck roll she used instead of a pillow. Too many times she had gotten her thrill then called off anything to do with my pleasure as being too much for her to handle, or too painful. I could feel my cock hardening rapidly but this was something different, more than just sexual, the life I was taking from my wife feeding me pleasure. I let go of Penelope’s head when her eyes stopped moving, her stare at the ceiling fixed and her pupils so dilated there was no brown visible.. Penelope’s scream was muffled by my palm, not even as loud as the audible hiss of air from the growing wound. The katana point of the knife easily cut into her soft neck and drove through her windpipe with a small crunching noise closely followed by the thud of the heel of my hand against her neck.
